Mellifluous Murmurs

Latch

When I held on, 

I let the breeze pass me by, but

How could you be fine?

 Because I'm not fine at all.

When I held on

I feared none.

But when I held on,

I felt the worst kind of freedom.

Because when I let go,

I knew that I was still latched.

Because when I let go, 

I acknowledged dearly that I was going to stay right here,

Right now.

My life turned into a tragedy

My life turned into clay

My life melted, it molded

My life blended with the wind

The wind sent in the dust,

Thus, my life became a mixture of twisted grime.

I was latched

But I was free.

The irony was my confusion,

My confusion was me,

I exploded in colors, 

not flames.

I exploded in flames,

not beauty.

I had a face,

but it wasn't spoiled by beauty.

It was spoiled by submission.